Anagram Phoenix - Canibus, DJ JS-1

You don’t know what’s next

Generation X gotta prep

Only for those who can see it:

The iPhone is an anagram for the phoenix

I’m a woodwind instrument repairman

Dashing, handsome and daring;

a Tuskegee airman

Reduce my ground-speed to give the underground what they need

If they don’t know what to believe:

Then I don’t know what to tell 'em

Bliss;

ignorance is a weapon

Illusions in the middle of the desert

Or in a sanctuary city, I stand corrected:

It’s all connected, take an alter exit

Move on to the next shit

G-chrome, can’t talk late night on the phone

'Cause you don’t live alone

1 on 1 with Angela Yee

Bacon, eggs and cheese

Lowered torso, legs and feet

Hip hop’s first Elon Musk

Iron lungs with guts

Take it back to the rewind button

He was born as a baby in a manger in crystalline light chambers

They called him a microphone mangler

Developed as a unit, before it’s one love it’s one music

His sound gave shape to the future

Guess what?

the natty dread can’t stand the feds

He eat banana bread livin' off grit in the tent

Present crisis PR expert

Musicbox News network

Where they trade net worth for wetwork

YouTube: Canibus search, skip over the battle

I been rappin since Eve took a bite out the apple

The Book of Eli transformed my mind and designed

The Paul Thomas Anderson storyline

The expression: «Reason without rhyme»

Clearly comes to mind

That’s why I rarely dumb it down sometimes

It’s an accelerated positive feedback loop:

Uses Mars system surveillance: I need that, too!

The bulk data transfer from the West-Indian black panther

Search the universe for answers!

We don’t know what’s next

Generation X gotta prep

What’s comin down the pipeline next?

The iPhone anagram for the phoenix makes sense

Hip Hop robotics with upgraded optics

My wardrum mounted on the wall where I found it

Mad-dog maddis mathematics

Please read the caption:

Binoculars read your lips from the rafters

Thanos;

cook mean on that drum machine

Take it back to the 20,000 man street team

Baby-boomers from the future wearing some faded ass booms

With an old school gold-plated ruger

«How many times did they shoot ya?»

What the fuck kinda question is that, who’s the interviewer?

Hydrogen powered limited edition Eddie Bauer

Gold-colored clouds spark electricity showers

When I beam down and rap

I yellow tape that

My Man My Mellow won’t even say that

I lift up my praise and make the rain fall sideways

Resurrect Hip Hop from the grave

The third-eye brigade, the blockchain bars on a cage

Call out the pressure on the gauge

Extraction in a half hour, put some man-trousers over them skinny jeans

We need man power!

Step into my office, excuse the faint smell of nail polish

I’m water-proofing my electronics

Right, I got things to go bump in the night

Fight?

I throw you in the trunk space with no light

Front-right and center adrenochrome taste test this

Now you can’t feel your face, nigga

The iphone IS an anagram for the phoenix

Soon to be seen by all the believers

We don’t know what’s next

Generation X gotta prep

What’s comin down the pipeline next?

The iPhone anagram for the phoenix makes sense